Long Valencia Poems

"Dream 1: 4 Weeks in Positano"



Kisses long linger warm lips tasted intense
so sweet like cured Valencia Oranges
lips liquored triple sec not dry drunk on love
softly grazed, then held long

slow, deep, warm and wet

The story is...

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the grace of Paris
lingering in my thoughts. . . 
Madrid’s grimy walls

As our small group of students entered Madrid, it was an early morning in late January. We had left behind us what has been...

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It's morning as I make a special trip to the
fish market. There, I will look for the freshest 
mussels, large shrimp, and Maine lobster. 
 
A large crowd has formed mostly chefs 
wanting to get...

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Blame hardly ever helps unless it is used to express anger

it does not achieve any more than venting raging frustration

levels the playing field to a point apportioning recrimination

without actually achieving anything but turning on the...

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There is a place so beautiful I'd love to see again.
My dream vacation started in Madrid, in central Spain.
How I long to stroll again down by Retiro Lake
and see El Prado art museum. Then for...

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Goosies

Jennifer Lopez gets them a lot
when she listens to singers on American Idol.
Perhaps it happened to me a few times, but I can’t recall
the specific time that a song gave me the goosies.
Those crazy little...

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May we rise like the chords of time
That hasten us into your greatness

Let my body’s brittle bones
Become refined

Sharpen me, madres! 
Into the warrior I need the most

Valencia in springtime
Share the same sting

May we bloom in...

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Mister Tom Turkey says gobble gobble
Mrs. Tom Turkey’s head goes wobble wobble
Zig-zaging through yards of grass they meet
Hen teaching her younglings 'bout how to eat 
Tom gathers, his tuft dangling from his breast
His wingtips dragging,...

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Inviting you into my heart was both a blessing and a curse did you not think ?
to tell me in less reckless ways you lost yourself in this fragile dance for two 

Inside this tango...

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Ida Oaks
1827-1919

John gave me a good home.
Not one with plumbing and power,
But one with a solid slab, and a full well.
And while living in this Quaker homestead,
We found that life was precise and persistent.
But it...

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O, Valencia's prized possession,
perfected in your prime,
to pluck you without resistance
from a beaming, bowing branch...
Gravity's gentle transaction
would roll like attraction into my open palm.
To feel your textured tenderness within an easy grip,
senses saturated with sun...

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La muerte te alcanza
written by Maryanne Dunne 
translated by Estefania Valencia

"La muerte te alcanza
La muerte te alcanza como una tormenta de verano.

De repente,
Está sobre ti.

El miedo se apodera de ti.
Te consume.

El relámpago aparece.
Revela cosas que...

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The Valencia tree blooms
Every spring, the flower of you
A Valencia tree grows 
Blooming, from the scent of you

Breathe in
Breathe out

Time goes on 
The Valencia tree soars, stretching out
Reaching, for you
Dreaming, the breath of you
Someday soon...

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Clementine and Valentine; Margarita and Sangria...
A Mandarine, a Lime, a Blood Orange, and a Valencia...
Each one occupying particular spots,
Four little trees residing in decorative pots.

They might feel their placement's not right;
As they only get just...

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I can’t believe I’m underneath this tree
and stuffed inside a long old-fashioned dress.
In Spain (not on a rock!) I was to be
on holiday, away from all my stress!

Valencia, your beaches call my name!
My friends are...

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Valencia, a return to the Spanish coast, 1966
Nineteen and running wild, searching
Conversation turns to idealism, liberty expiring
Port and starboard, hand shake, maybe again
Two nights, same bar, Listened to the stories
Eleven years since he’d seen home
Adventure...

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